The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 64

Deciding he had his share of fun, he tightened his hold around her, embracing her frail body to protect her from the wind for when he moved.

Swoosh!

When Ember took a peek, she saw those majestic ashy grey wings flapping with great force. They were swiftly flying over the forest.

She was flying…

For the first time, she got to experience how it felt to fly like a bird. His beautiful wings looked strong as if they could cut through even the harshest winds of the strongest storm. The winged man glided over the vast forest below the cliff, passing through a number of villages and cities, before soaring up in the sky as he headed back towards where she came from.

Ember found her heart racing in excitement the entire time, and when they reached the cliff and stopped under that ancient tree with lantern-like fruits, only then did she calm down.

Morpheus didn’t let go of her immediately as he was sure after being up in the air for so long and flying with him, a human body would feel weak.

“Can you stand?” he asked gently while still holding her close.

Ember nodded and let her legs take all her weight as he slowly freed her from his hold.

“You can sit there if you are feeling dizzy,” he said while pointing toward one of the large roots next to her. He continued to hold her hands till she sat down comfortably.

Once she was seated, he let go of her hand and she took that chance to completely take in his appearance.

‘Does he not feel cold?’ was her first thought.

The man who saved her was half-naked, only wearing short pants to cover his lower body, though he did have a feather cape covering the top of his chest and his broad shoulders. His tanned body looked like they were sculpted to perfection, with strong but lean muscles, hard chiselled abdomen, and the white tribal tattoos on his skin seemed to highlight how beautiful his body was.

Dark grey feathers were attached to the shoulder part of his cape like beautiful accessories, but there were no wings behind him. She tilted her head a little to see if they were folded and hidden under the cape, but there was nothing there.

While she was studying him, Morpheus kneeled on one leg in front of her, allowing their faces to meet on the same level, but that made her flustered. She lowered her head and simply gazed at her hands. Though she was curious about him—to be more precise, his wings—she remembered he was a complete stranger.

“Do you want to say something, little female?” he asked, amused by how she was staring at him mere seconds ago. His manly voice surprisingly sounded gentle and comforting, contrary to his wild look.

Ember adamantly shook her head. It was good to not mingle with strangers—it was a lesson Gaia had always strictly reminded her of.

She didn’t reply. _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}